Song Lyric Sunday: “Scotch and Soda”/”Something Cool”

When I saw today’s prompt, “freeze/cold/ice,” my mind took a detour that took me far away from those specific terms, and presented me with two songs about drinking. Hey, cocktails have ice (at least some of them do), and most are served cold, at least in this part of the world, right?

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I decided to present both songs for your listening pleasure. I’m almost positive no one will have wanted to choose either.

The first is “Scotch and Soda.” It was written by Dave Guard of The Kingston Trio and appeared on their eponymous album from 1958. Wikipedia tells us

“Scotch and Soda” was discovered by the Trio through the parents of the baseball player Tom Seaver, who had first heard it in a hotel piano lounge in 1932 when on their honeymoon in Phoenix, Arizona. They liked it so much that they had the piano player write it down for them so it would be “their song.” One member of the trio (Dave Guard) was dating Seaver’s older sister (Katie) at that time, and heard the song on a visit to the Seaver home. Although it is credited to Guard, the trio never discovered the real songwriter’s name, though they searched for years.

From their The Final Concert album, The Kingston Trio, “Scotch and Soda.” I love the way this starts…

The lyrics, via Metrolyrics:

Scotch and Soda
Mud in yer eye
Baby do I feel high oh me oh my
Do I feel high

Dry martini
Jigger of gin
Oh what a spell you’ve got me in, oh my
Do I feel high

People won’t believe me
They’ll think that I’m just braggin’
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin’ baby I feel high

People won’t believe me
They’ll think that I’m just braggin’
But I could feel the way I do
And still be on the wagon

All I need is one of your smiles
Sunshine of your eye oh me oh my
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly
Give me lovin’ baby I feel high

Today’s second tune is “Something Cool.” Written by Billy Barnes, it appeared on June Christy’s 1954 album of the same name. She recorded it with her husband, saxophonist Pete Rugolo, and his orchestra. It established Miss Christy as a solo singer after years working with Stan Kenton. The song has been recorded by Julie London, Jane Monheit, Diamond Rio, and many others. Miss June Christy, “Something Cool.”

The lyrics, courtesy of SongMeanings:

Something cool,
Something cool,
Something cool,
I’d like to order something cool!

Something cool, (something cool)
I’d like to order something cool, (something cool)
It’s so warm here in town,
And the heat gets me down,
Yes, I’d like something cool! (something cool)

My! It’s nice to simply sit and rest awhile,
Now I know it’s a shame,
I can’t think of your name,
I remember your smile!

I don’t ordinarily drink with strangers,
I most usually drink alone.
You were so awfully nice to me,
And I’m so terribly far from home.

Like my dress? I must confess it’s terribly old,
But it’s simple and neat,
It’s just right for the heat,
Save my furs for the cold!

A cigarette? Well I don’t smoke them as a rule,
but I’ll have one,
It might be fun
With something cool!

I’ll bet you couldn’t imagine
That I one time had a house
With so many rooms I couldn’t count them all!
I’ll bet you couldn’t imagine
I had fifteen different beaus
Who would beg and beg to take me to a ball.

I’ll bet you couldn’t picture me
The time I went to Paris in the Fall,
And who would think the man I loved was quite so handsome,
Quite so tall?

Well it’s true, (something cool)
It’s just a memory I have, (something cool)
One I almost forgot
‘Cause the weather’s so hot!
And I’m feeling so bad (something cool)
About a date,
Oh wait!
I’m such a fool!
He’s just a guy
Who’s stopped to buy
Me something cool!

And that’s Song Lyric Sunday for April 14, 2019.

Song Lyric Sunday: “Cheatin’ Fire”

In my never-ending quest to post a song that no one else has posted (and one that most likely no one will post), I decided to wait until a few folks had posted before I came up with something. All the songs I thought of off the top of my head had been taken, so I knew I had to come up with something else. What I’ve learned is, when I’m looking for real obscure songs, Craig over at PopRockBopTilUDrop is a good source of them. Last Sunday, he posted an article about Harold Jenkins, known near and far as Conway Twitty, who came up with that stage name by looking at a road map and finding the cities of Conway, Arkansas and Twitty, Texas. Craig had an image of Conway’s song “The Flame” that I was going to use, but when I found the lyrics, they were totally different from what Mr. T was singing. “Oh, nuts!” I said, because it’s Sunday. Then I noticed that someone had posted his song “Cheatin’ Fire” on YouTube, found the lyrics, they matched, and I had my song.

“Cheatin’ Fire” is the first track on Conway’s 1981 album Mr. T. It was written by Dave Hall and Don Miller.

The lyrics from AZLyrics:

Cheatin’ fire, it’s gonna burn higher
Still we lay here in the ashes unconcerned
Every night the same ole thing, we just pour fuel on the flames
Before this cheatin’ fire goes out someone’ll get burned

Here we are again too far gone to gain control
And we can’t find a way to kill the flame
We get lost in our love, don’t know which way to turn
So we’ll just build a fire and let it burn

Cheatin’ fire, it’s gonna burn higher
Still we lay here in the ashes unconcerned
Every night the same ole thing, we just pour fuel on the flames
Before this cheatin’ fire goes out someone’ll get burned

It doesn’t feel so wrong ’cause the fires gone out at home
And right now this feeling’s more than we can stand
We find we’re just too weak to fight this strong desire
And tonight will build another cheatin’ fire

Cheatin’ fire, it’s gonna burn higher
Still we lay here in the ashes unconcerned
Every night the same ole thing, we just pour fuel on the flames
Before this cheatin’ fire goes out someone’ll get burned

Cheatin’ fire, it’s gonna burn higher
(Cheatin’ fire, higher and higher)
Still we lay here in the ashes unconcerned
Every night the same ole thing, we just pour fuel on the flames
Before this cheatin’ fire goes out someone’ll get burned

Cheatin’ fire, it’s gonna burn higher
(Cheatin’ fire, higher and higher)
Still we lay here in the ashes unconcerned
Every night the same ole thing, we just pour fuel on the flames
Before this cheatin’ fire goes out someone’ll get burned

Cheatin’ fire, it’s gonna burn higher
(Cheatin’ fire, higher and higher)
Still we lay here in the ashes unconcerned
Every night the same ole thing, we just pour fuel on the flames
Before this cheatin’ fire goes out someone’ll get burned

Now, that’s my kind of country!

And that’s Song Lyric Sunday for April 7, 2019.

Song Lyric Sunday: “FM”

“No static at all…”

“FM” was from soundtrack of the 1978 movie of the same name that starred Michael Brandon, Eileen Brennan, Alex Karras, Cleavon Little, Martin Mull, and Cassie Yates. It was written by Donald Fagen and Walter Becker, the minds behind Steely Dan, to whom the song was credited. By this time, Fagen and Becker were, for all intents and purposes, Steely Dan, filling in the rest of the band with studio musicians, in this case Toto’s drummer, Jeff Porcaro; British jazz percussionist Victor Feldman; veteran West Coast jazz saxophonist Peter Christlieb, who had played the saxophone solo on “Deacon Blues” from the 1977 album Aja, during which sessions this was recorded. Johnny Mandel arranged the strings, and Eagles’ Glenn Frey, Don Henley, and Tim Schmitt provided backing vocals. It’s a typical Steely Dan tune from that era, complete with jazz-rock music, extended guitar and saxophone solos, and snarky lyrics. In other words, right up my alley.

The lyrics, via MetroLyrics:

Worry the bottle Mama
It’s grapefruit wine
Kick off your high heel sneakers
It’s party time
The girls don’t seem to care what’s on
As long as they play till dawn
Nothin’ but blues and Elvis
And somebody elses’ favorite song

Give her some funked up music
She treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae
She’ll love you twice
The girls don’t seem to care tonight
As long as the mood is right

No static at all
(no static, no static at all)
F.M.
(no static at all)

Give her some funked up music
She treats you nice
Feed her some hungry reggae
She’ll love you twice
The girls don’t seem to care tonight
As long as the mood is right

No static at all
(no static, no static at all)
F.M.
(no static at all)

And that’s Song Lyric Sunday for March 31, 2019. See you for A to Z tomorrow!

Song Lyric Sunday (Part 2): “Twenty-Four Hours From Tulsa”

So, after my latest Song Lyric Sunday entry was posted, I open Inoreader and there, staring me right in the face, is a nearly identical post (okay, it used the same song) by Fandango, and who knows how many there’ll be by the end of the day? So I decided I’d do another, because I thought of another and I don’t think many others will come up with it.

From Wikipedia:

“Twenty Four Hours from Tulsa” is a song written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, about a traveling man who detours to a romance in a motel and ends up never returning home, which was a hit for Gene Pitney. Its success in the UK, peaking at #5, enabled Pitney to become an international star. In the US, Pitney peaked at #17 on the 7 December 1963 Hot 100 and #2 on the 6 December 1963 WLS Silver Dollar Survey.

Burt Bacharach and Hal David wrote some of the greatest songs starting in the 1950’s, and here they try a little country.

Lyrics courtesy AZLyrics:

Dearest darling
I had to write to say that I won’t be home any more
For something happened to me
While I was driving home and I’m not the same any more

Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Tulsa
Ah, only one day away from your arms
I saw a welcoming light
And stopped to rest for the night

And that is when I saw her
As I pulled in outside of the small hotel she was there
And so I walked up to her
Asked where I could get something to eat and she showed me where

Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Tulsa
Ah, only one day away from your arms
She took me to the café
I asked her if she would stay
She said, “Okay”

Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Tulsa
Ah, only one day away from your arms
The jukebox started to play
And night time turned into day

As we were dancing closely
All of a sudden I lost control as I held her charms
And I caressed her, kissed her
Told her I’d die before I would let her out of my arms

Oh, I was only twenty four hours from Tulsa
Ah, only one day away from your arms
I hate to do this to you
But I love somebody new
What can I do
When I can never, never, never go home again?

And that’s Song Lyric Sunday (Part 2) for March 24, 2019.

Song Lyric Sunday: “Minute By Minute”

As always, I see the prompt and songs just start springing out at me. This was the first one that crossed my mind, and even if someone else has it, I really don’t mind. I like this one.

Shortly after Donald Fagen and Walter Becker decided that Steely Dan would be a recording band only, guitarist Jeff “Skunk” Baxter (as I remember an article about Steely Dan in Circus magazine circa 1973, Baxter earned this sobriquet because he never changed his socks) joined The Doobie Brothers in 1974. Then, Tom Johnston, the Doobs’ vocalist, came down with a stomach ailment in 1975 and the band invited Michael McDonald, who had sung on several Steely Dan albums (Katy Lied, The Royal Scam, and Aja), was invited to become a temporary Doobie Brother, and they liked him so much they asked him to stay. It was around that time that The Doobie Brothers started sounding a lot like Steely Dan…

But anyway, “Minute By Minute” was written by McDonald along with Lester Abrams, and it was the title track from their 1978 album.

The lyrics are brought to us by MetroLyrics

Hey, don’t worry, I’ve been lied to
I’ve been here many times before
Girl, don’t you worry, I know where I stand
I don’t need this love, I don’t need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you’d be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on

But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on

You will stay just to watch me, darlin’
Wilt away on lies from you
Can’t stop the habit of livin’ on the run
I take it all for granted like you’re the only one
Livin’ on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think I’m your fool
Well, you may just be right

‘Cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on

Call my name and I’ll be gone
You’ll reach out and I won’t be there
Just my luck you’ll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone

Minute by minute by minute by minute
I’ll be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I’ll be holding on…

Personally, I prefer the instrumental version done by Larry Carlton on his 1987 release Discovery, but ain’t no lyrics on that one.

That’s Song Lyric Sunday for March 24, 2019.